The jewelry merchant, Geoffrey, rushed over, panting all the way. His caravan was far behind him. Spotting the familiar figure, he fanned himself with the ornate fan in his hand and stopped behind Tang Luo Ke.
"L-Lord Locke..."
He had finally caught up.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Geoffrey explained everything in detail. "The entire Delegation is dead. Their clothes and insignias were all stripped from them. Those people were ruthless—they didn't leave a single person alive."
Tang Luo Ke's heart sank. He knew it—the people who took his little rabbit weren't the real Delegation!
Some despicable bastard took advantage of the situation!
Who was it?
'The Paradise Leader? If it were him, he would have just taken my little rabbit directly. He wouldn't have attacked the Delegation.'
'The two nations are allies; you don't kill the messenger.'
'So, the ones who disguised themselves as the Delegation to take her must be some other power.'
